Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

That was already dazzling, as he turned his face towards the window in a bright room in the sun.

Close your eyes and take your gaze aside. There's a mirror, and there's paintings and spellings that line up narrowly behind me. Powerful in the dark. They are also so white and so weak when illuminated by this light. It also looks dusty.

Light is abusive. It resembles water from transparency, but there is no forgiveness for the same action that wears and decays the exposed. The flow of time is always on the side of light and water, frightening everything that adheres to the shadows.

Paulina was thinking about it with her hair covered and makeup applied.

"Nothing changes anyway. Repetition of the same thing has always been and will always be"

A gray-haired girl sitting behind a window is talking. The blue eyes represent a different color of water than the sky.

"The adults always seem busy. He looks at me like that's all he's got and does the same thing all the time. Do it again and again. But there's no point in every day I can't tell. I assume that's what it is, so I just will. I don't even know if I want to, I just always do. Don't do it. You just can't stay anymore."

He seems to be talking, he just seems to be whining. Her name is Birgitta Tervahal. Almost ten years old. Words flow through the room like bubbles and disappear when they fall to the floor instead of dancing.

"Whatever you did, what you didn't do, the world stays like this anyway. No matter how the fish flock and how they swim, the river doesn't change the flow. The sky of birds, the forest of beasts, the land of men, they all are. It's just like always. Ever and ever."

That sounds like an affront and not cold. He seems angry and has no momentum. The word must be uttered because she wants someone to hear it, unless it's also a song... but her words are withering and shriveling, as if she's giving up that it can't even reach someone.

Paulina urged Birgitta ahead by tilting her little neck, but was quickly fixed by a gentle but successful hand. I'm not done yet.

"Paulina, too, though she is king that way... I'm sure she can't change anything"

I thought I heard the water, and Paulina tried to clear her ears. I can't hear you. I wonder what drove Birgitta's voice. My voice echoed dull and I felt cloudy.

"Before and after you become king, you are the one who has not changed anything... if you are only such a princess... a tail of fish for this world. One bird. One person. I can't do anything. Nothing. Nothing changes."

The hand that was working on the hair fastening is stopped. Paulina touched her confused hand with a mirror as a clue, urging her to continue. The tension seems to have broken quickly. Polite manners resumed.

"I guess. I wonder if there's anything that doesn't change."

I left it up to her to shape herself as queen, and uttered the words as she wished.

"Fish, birds, people, all eat and sleep, wake up and eat, sleep and wake up, eat again. If you do that, you're all gonna grow up. Aren't you staying small? You're not a young Birgitta anymore, and I'm not a little Paulina either. You don't have to look in the mirror to find out."

Paulina continued because there were no words to return and no sound of walking away.

"There's a lot to repeat, but everyone, it's going to change a little bit. So are the trees and the grass. Taking care of the fields in the same way doesn't mean you can harvest just the same, and mountain vegetables move from year to year. And the stones. The mountains change colors, too. The wind is always new, and the sky has never been the same before. The world changes. It's still different now. Slowly stare, clear your ears, and you'll see."

Paulina looked at the window, so she realized that the girl was looking at herself in an upward fashion. Those two eyes are also shaking blue in the shadows. Some demonic depth, like when you look down at the bottom of the well, looks to Paulina.

"No. Even if the shape you see and the sound you hear changes, it's just new to Paulina, and it's determined by what must have been somewhere someday. And that little, irrelevant thing doesn't move the world."

"Yeah, the world moves. Just as a grain of small seeds connects to a rich table and an energetic day, so that a day like that becomes history one day, big changes begin with small changes. That's how the world is filled."

Throw whatever you want to the blue that holds water lonely. Not because of that. Just as you are asked. Just as you need it. Paulina is just reacting.

"... there's no such thing around me. I don't see it. Nothing."

"I do. You don't have to look far. You talk a lot now, don't you? That too."

If he pointed, Birgitta hid his mouth with both hands as he panicked. The blue eyes intensified. Something is going to happen now. Like morning dew gathering at the end of a young leaf.

"I can't. Doesn't matter. Don't bring me and the world together."

"I'm with you. Same thing. You're a part of the world, too. Neither do I. Everyone does."

Not to anyone, Paulina nodded. And tell.

"Is the world alive? That's why it changes. You're alive, too. That's why you change."

That was a confirmation. It was just a word for what was known as an omen. So even if you look at Birgitta, who wept without a voice, Paulina only tilts her little neck.

"How can I... change?

"It's going to change. I hate to change, but if you don't work hard, you'll change soon. About a dozen."

Zhu was pulled on his lips. The neck was wrapped with red jewelry necklaces. Red shines on what you decorate your ears as well. It is a colour that I am not prepared for. Paulina felt they were feverish. Fire. Of course it is.

Stand up. I'm dressed up as a queen. The clothes of the Kwynn textile are white and the embroidery of the grass flowers is luxurious, and the jewels of the colour of the fire still shine on the open chest, on the shoulders connected to it and on the edges of the gloves. One strong at a time. Every one of them seems to be holding something and emitting a fever.

None of them are enough to burn up, but if they combined and got wind, they'd wrap Paulina up and blow up the red, the fiery sons... that's exactly the heat that's the force of change. Paulina knows such people. Those who smoke as red fever. Those who were seared by a great flame, and could not help but burn themselves out.

"Your Majesty, you are well received. Later, this way."

I have something that Vilma softly showed Paulina after all the work. It is a crown for the king who is set apart from other jewellery. Not heavy for crowning ceremonies. It's a small crown made for Paulina's daily use. This also still features burning jewels of fire.

Taking this in your hand and lifting it overhead is now not allowed by anyone but Paulina. There was something special about it before I wore it. There is also a prescribed format for paying off dust. Multiple promises surround that little crown.

For he who adorns his head with this crown is the king of the kingdom of Asuria.

A king has the supreme sovereign right to be human but united. Paulina understands what rationale it is, what it means, what it means to be influential… how terrible a burden it is. Not only by the knowledge taught as a thing to be learned by the Kings. There was something I understood as a practical experience.

Six years ago, I was twelve years old in the spring. The place is on the northeast side of the kingdom, a small village. So Paulina met her destiny, made two preparations, and began her life to see one story.

Fate was in the form of a strange boy. Name is Marco.

He, a brunette, blue-haired, blue-eyed, who had no place to be evil by stating explicitly that he had tried Paulina's life and death, prophesied lightly about the future of the continent. I was referring to the war. The quiet glance, convinced that human history would inevitably lead there, had, however, enormous calories that could not destroy its course.

The first readiness was to receive a flame named Marco. The second readiness was to unleash its spectacular power into the world. Both of them, Paulina prepared with a smile.

Soon the world changed. Brand new and bigger. Unexpectedly stronger. Heating and expansion, acceleration and movement… The world has come to an era of great change by a flame called Marco.

Paulina thought it was a nice thing to do and looked at it trying to hold it all together. I lived a healthy, hefty, world upset day. As for the flesh, it was only living in a small garden, but the spirit was spreading towards the world. I thought of nature that wrapped man, and of the little nature that man makes. It was expired.

I mean, since that day.

From that day on, when he promised to serve Paulina, Paulina began to live as king.

In other words, he was blessed by a fate called Marco before receiving God's blessing. That made Paulina king. I felt like I was being washed by the flames. Naturally. The reign will be more than acceptable to him. He transforms the world. It is no other human resources noise to Wang Taru. Exactly equal to being burned.

That's what it means to be with Marco.

The king who is served by him must always look to a far journey, burning himself clean.

And Paulina still thinks to the end of one story. The story without a name features a beast with a venomous tumor on its back as its protagonist. It's a story of a bloody beast, miserable, full of sadness, and likely to end without salvation. Paulina understands it's a story of special significance.

A beast that hurts itself and bleeds well in order to live longer...... isn't that about this world itself?

Marco said at that winter awards ceremony.

"Having lamented that the world is a cursed beast in the flames, I can no longer help but burn its mourning now that I have once again been relative to the beast without trying"

His words are only profound in meaning, and Paulina cannot understand all of them. But it described the world as a cursed beast. And I was moaning. He was leaking that he wanted to burn it.

He also said:

"Nothing stops me from dying. Her Royal Highness, there is no such thing as noble strength in the world of sustenance."

The first half doesn't make sense. But the other half is obvious. If he says it in the service of Paulina, that is, nothing more than a statement of intent to exalt noble strength in this day and age.

This world in his eyes is miserable...... He is about to transform this continent, metaphorically marked by a bloody beast, into a flame. That means war.

You must be thinking of some new form of world before you fight, fight, fight out.

Paulina wants to see that.

The end of the bloody beast... at the end of his march.

So take the crown and lift it overhead. Turn from man to king. To see how the world heated by him can change. Beautiful flame, to identify it as one of the powders of fire and crumble.

"Are you coming too? Birgitta"

"... as you say, Your Majesty"

Walk the royal castle as a queen. Next to the samurai samurai Burma and the Countess of Tervahal, Burgitta, with four female officers rearward, proceed strictly with the presence of the king. I won't rush. Let time go by. Keep even the sound of clothes rubbing in secrecy.

If he had turned the corner, there were those who knelt down at the end of the hallway and waited.

A young man. It weaves a heavy coat with a format. The surface is black and the lining is precious. It is a treasure that only four clothes exist in this country. Whoever adorns the righteous family crest to his left chest is the head of the Marquis.

"Marquis Uliharsilla"

"Ha. Your Majesty, Lucas, you have come to pass here."

Get him up and accompany him. Paulina goes further. Enter a room bearing the name of a king several generations ago, and do not pay any attention to its luxurious ordination, but go to the window. He took a few steps from the wall to the place where he stuck out, stopped blocked by handrails.

There was a world spread out there.

In the far horizon, the horizontal line of the heavens and the earth is drawn to the point where the left and right cannot be seen. If you turn up, the Ethereal Dome decorates the white clouds and clear them everywhere. If you turn down, the majesty of the earth is colored by all greenery, leading you to the prosperity of the King's capital as if it were a sea plain. The Kingdom of Asuria is held by great nature.

If you looked under your eyes at the centre of the royal castle on your back, there are so many men gathered in the great garden that you can't even see the colour of the rubble. Everyone is armed and holding their helmets aside. There are several colors of armored tops made in alignment, which indicate to which division the person belongs. Is the equipment as good as it is in front of you and it gets simpler as you go to the back?

This is the National Army. It is home to the largest army in the Kingdom of Asaria.

Tens of thousands of faces each with two eyes toward Paulina. The steel of armor is similar to the surface of the water to shine back the sunlight here and there, but there is the power of willingness to be sent over, which, without a doubt, teaches that they are a group of warriors. Paulina is relative to all of them as queen.

"Listen, my people, my brave soldiers"

He spoke to an army group that radiated only force without a cough. I won't take a step back. I would have walked out into the air if I could.

"In this hot season, there is a sense of impatience coming from the south. It's a national disaster."

There was a noise twitch under my eyes. The sound of the human body, clothing and armor rubbing together is innumerable. I don't have a voice. Tens of thousands of generals breathed at the same time. That is the frank reaction of a weaponized people.

Now Paulina has broken off as an enemy that should abhor the Knights of the Holy Grail. He also made it clear that it was a threat that could destroy the country. As King of the Kingdom of Asuria, is.

"Now, why should I be frozen and frightened by cold air? We live in hot times."

Countless brightness filled the eyes with silent noise in a row. Similar to the fine brilliance of water, they are the blink of a man's eye lid. I hear all the men gathered here blinded.

Paulina closed her eyes again as she responded. Where the curtain of thin skin is lowered to sight, the enthusiasm of more than 10,000 men does not diminish slightly their oppression. Rather increased. Because I perceived that there was something that could also reach me from outside the royal castle.

The people. They must be the people. The people of Wang Du are also turning their consciousness to what wonders work. By being convinced of it, Paulina came to understand the meaning of where she stood.

In the narrow space of the heavens and the earth, there is nothing like a man's mercy... here.

This is the throne. This is the true throne.

At the deepest end of the spectrum, an extravagant chair has now emerged without the need for any conditioning. This is an unfulfilled place to stand unless you are king. It is a height where only those who turn their backs on heaven and look over man can be present. It is precisely where Paulina is.

"You're not gonna stand here."

The lonely Paulina spoke to Marco in her heart. Even if I'm not here right now, I always think of him as being closer than anyone else. You must still be fighting about him.

"You are an exceptional human being. Flaming knight running untouched. Burn the world...... and you challenge the disease and venom too. I'm sure."

There is no need for a reply. Paulina learns that she and he are alone and in a position to fulfill their destiny without leaning on anyone. You can deliver it like a greeting. All you have to do is live with each other and expect each other to fight well.

He asks. I'll stay.

Sooner or later, for that time to come, I will now do what needs to be done. As a king to be served by him, he carries out the work that only Paulina can do. It is as if everyone is being tested without distinction between old and young... to live in this age of burning, which is imperative to be intense.

Slowly and slowly he opened his eyes and proclaimed them to the world.

"Living is sacred"

As it roars in heaven, as it roars on earth, and as it pierces men.

"Stand proud. My people, my brave soldiers. Our presence confirms the world. Our fortunes are consolidating the continent. Divine will dwells in our daily routine. Holiness. We live our days without shame to anyone. I, Paulina, Queen of the Kingdom of Asuria, hereby certify it"

Hot. Dazzling. The world that spreads before Paulina seems to have increased the amount of heat and light to Russia.

Nod, signal. Paulina received what Vilma offered her respectfully. He spread it toward the world even as he was escorted.

Turn it into a treasure of the Heritage Country. It is just two big flags on the continent...... i.e. it is the Dragon Flag.

It was loaned to the Kingdom by the Church. The kingdom's greatest military power took the form of a flag. Those who list this will have the authority to direct the national army, but due to strict laws at the time of the founding of the country, none of them can be listed without the permission of the Church, even if they are kings. Immediately certified as an enemy of God if listed without permission. Invoke a crisis of national disintegration.

As is customary, it is allowed to be listed by the Archbishop of the Oriental Church upon reign, but it was not yet touching this flag once, because it is a Paulina blessed and reigned by the Mage of the Special Parish.

"In view of our holiness and our new era to move forward, I am convinced that this flag has finished its role"

If I shook my gaze gently and urged him, first Birgitta came forward with a water drain. Lucas then comes out with the torch in his hand. Seeing how things were going, I felt something, or a twitch that stroked my whole body from under my eyes began to arrive.

"My people, my brave soldiers. I, Paulina, Queen of the Kingdom of Asuria, with the help of the Marquis of Uliharsilla and Countess Tervahal, hereby return the Dragon Flag to God."

Voiceful screams and voiceless screams all take it as the sound of the world...... Paulina does it. Birgitta poured more oil into the flag than water. Lucas set the torch close and ignited. It burned instantly, and he showcased it across the handrail, aided by Burma's arm.

The fire is strong. Sparks even scatter. Heat dissipation is naturally unknown about noise and wind pressure.

There was something strange about the fire. Wonders also occur on this occasion of celestial attention, or do they become incredible flames and stretch their tongues large and small in all directions? Or one by one is the dragon of fire. Are you even willing? Sora, I thought you brought the sickle and intimidated me, and it immediately bit me.

"Heh, Your Majesty! Get your hands off me, please!

Even as he heard about Burma's desperation, he shook his neck to the side, and Paulina continued to squeeze the flag. He kept showing the flag burning against the world. I got tangled up in that hand. Hot. Ouch. But it never loosens its power. Undeterminedly do not retreat. I even smiled bitterly. Not by strength.

Because I felt Marco's gaze.

Even if you're not here, Marco is watching this flame. That's what Paulina can tell.

Not gentle. It doesn't even mean encouraging. Just by pointing the finger at the battlefield to be confirmed, he sees the flag of the Ascension Dragon flame in the eyes of a cold battlefield. Paulina thought it was him, so it was delightful. I'm sure you haven't even imagined how unwilling you are to let go of the flag. It's really like him.

Eventually, when everything burned out, Paulina discovered her arm was free of any burns. On the contrary, I don't see it as one of the burns on the Kwynn textile gloves either.

Vilma, Birgitta and Lucas are both eye-opening. But there was no surprise in the face of tens of thousands of generals. No, the surprise twist is boiling about the burning of the Ascension Dragon flag, but it's the wind no one has noticed about the wonder of Paulina's arm.

Maybe that's what happens, Paulina nods alone.

This is a true throne, a space where the world's attention is drawn. Whatever happens, it's not weird. Or it's natural for something to happen. It's time to burn. Not at all. It's a time of burning.

So let's move on to what we've accomplished. Stretch your arms washed by the mysterious flames straight into the world.

"As you can see. The Royal Athletic Army has lost its military flag. That means the dismantling of the national army. So I hereby create a new flag and give it to my valiant soldiers."

The flag raised by Vilma in response to that voice… it is white and flows long and long in the wind.

White flag.

Much like that flag once flown by the Third Princess SS, it is bigger and longer, and decorated by the king. One of the gold and silver jewellery is the silver work at the hands of one old warrior who fought to protect Paulina. They may complain about the usual disgruntled faces when decorating there. But now I wanted you to watch the soldiers from there.

"Our sanctity makes the National Army new. With that wish, we will name this flag the White Dragon Flag"

Now the twist is settling and all the wind is ringing. Everyone seems blinded by the new white flag and has their thoughts on each one. Paulina looked wide at the situation, then nodded small and let Lucas stand next to herself.

"As the first warrior to give this flag, I choose the Marquis of Uliharsilla here. Because I expect to inherit my late father's will."

Do you hear whispers as if they were tens of thousands? Receive humid ringing. The general recognized it here. The fact that Klaus Ulyhalsilla is already dead and Lucas Ulyhalsilla has succeeded him.

"Grant the White Dragon Flag. Organize a new army and defeat your enemies."

"Ha! Sure!

Lucas grabbed the tweezer and lifted it wide beneath his eyes. And barked loudly enough. Birgitta and others were so surprised that they jumped small.

"My lords! You're right! I, Lucas Yurihalsilla, have been honored to fly the White Dragon flag here! On behalf of the lords! And invite your lords to the battle of the Protectorate!

Or won't this man jump across the handrail into space? Paulina thought to herself, but so did Vilma, and her hand is stretched out.

"Join under the White Dragon flag and fight the Knights of the Holy Grail, a threat that falsely looms in holiness from the south!

With a man's arm or a single hand, he raised the White Dragon flag high, and Lucas raised his voice.

"Here! Declare the establishment of the Kingdom Defense Forces!!

Paulina thought the declaration would have echoed just as it reached tens of thousands of generals, beyond its head to the south. It was a voice that went through a lot. Besides, there's nothing evil on that voice.

The silence flashed and shortly afterwards a tremendous scream broke out.

It's just blowing up the castle and the capital. It's just the heat that burns the world in one breath. Do tens of thousands of generals intend to start a major fire here with that pneumonia? So much so that the White Dragon flag even hung upwards.

A few years more than their defeat in the war against the Empire, I think, they had nowhere to work. On the contrary, until the other day, when insurgents within the national army were simultaneously prosecuted. The aspiring ones may have fooled the will of war as depression. Maybe he had it in his chest if he had the agony of not being able to fight when he should. That's what's unleashed now.

Paulina sees all of that.

The people see the soldiers, the army, the country... transforming the world into a fierce fire.

There is no misery in this kind of being who works only to live longer. There is enthusiasm. Be resolute. Brave. If he had a viral tumor on his back, he'd have enough momentum to rip it apart.

What will the beast by the name of the world come to an end?

What end does Marco want?

I want to see that. I live to see it through.

Nestled on a throne that could only be alone, Paulina was distant and distant.